She watched him sneer at the mutes and even at the girls, watched him humiliate Drake, their Drake, in a way that made her blood boil, never quite seeming to care if anyone was around to see it either. He was the worst of them all, and she wished for him to drop dead from the smokesticks or just slip and fall on the freshly wet floor when he was stumbling half-drunk to his room at night and break his neck. She saw in him the people who shot Riley's dog, the ones who took her away from her family, the ones who kicked at Riley's ribs while his hands were bound. She could see him having done all of those things as if she was just watching a memory of it in her mind while she was crouching next to his dead body, and it made her so angry that he just lay there, unable to feel any pain, she kicked him, couldn't help kicking him. She knew he was already dead and couldn't feel it, and that it didn't matter that she was kicking him now, but she just had to do it. And as soon as she was done, and Laurel pulled her away, she saw Riley standing there with that look in his eyes, as if she was some kind of monster.
